Bipolar

Chapter 39

a/n: OH MY GOD! I'm freaking out!! I have 1.5k reads! What?! I don't believe this! Thank you guys so much! This is just the most amazing thing ever! My goal was to reach 1,000 reads before my birthday and my birthday is today, so I did because of you guys. Thank you so much.

I woke up from my alarm that would never shut up. It was six o'clock in the morning, but I had to get up because I had found a job at Starbucks, not my favorite place, but I really don't care as long as I get paid. I slipped on my work attire, khakis and a white shirt with their logo on it at the top right corner. a/n: idek what they have to wear, I've only been there twice and I hate it. I never really paid any attention to their clothes.

I slip on my shoes and then apply some mascara to my eyelashes even though the color of my eyes were brown, the color of poop, great. When I was done I made myself a bowl of cereal, I was eating Krave to be specific, and it was amazing.

I had ate quickly so I could get to my work on time, I was not going to be late on my first day, nope, ain't going to happen. I straightened my hair and then pulled it back in a high ponytail then went to work with my phone and purse.

"Right on time." My boss, Damon says and I nod smiling. Damon was a thirty-one year old pervert who I don't like, but he was the only one who accepted me to work here. "Your breasts look like they're suffocating in that shirt, unbutton a few buttons." Damon suggests and I roll my eyes. "No, I won't." I say putting my apron on then standing behind the cash register.

It was almost ten when I see Harry walk in the door, shit. I don't want him to see me, ugh. This is just great! "C-can I take your order?" I ask him and his head snaps up from his wallet and looks directly in my dark eyes. "Jade?" He asks and I nod. "How are you?" He asks running a hand through his hair that looked the same, he must have gotten a haircut to keep his hair the same length.

"I'm good, how are you?" I ask not really caring that we were taking a while, no one was behind him so it didn't matter. "I'm good also." He says and I nod. "Uh, what do you want?" I ask. "Um, just an iced coffee with milk." He says and I nod as he gives me the money and I give him back the change.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes." I say and fix his drink as he waits patiently tapping his fingers on the counter. I want him back so badly. I miss him so much and I bet he's glad he got rid of me. I remember when I hated him, I wish I did now, but I don't, I love him.

"Here you go." I say handing him his drink. "Thank you." He smiles and I nod and he walks away leaving. He sits down with the same girl from the other day at the frozen yogurt place and I now know that he has a new girlfriend already when I see them kiss.

I want to go and tell him that I miss him and I love him, but I can't, it's too late now.

When my shift was over, Jordan instantly calls me like she knew when I was done with work. "Hello?" I answer opening my car door and throwing my purse in the passengers seat. "Hey, can you pick me up?" She asks and I furrow my eyebrows. "Why? Isn't your shift starting at your job. Wait, what is your job anyways?" I ask because she won't tell us.

"Don't tell Monica or Beth, okay?" She asks and I start to get worried. Is she a drug dealer?! "Okay, I won't." I say honestly. "Alright, I'm a stripper." That wasn't the worst job, that job would actually make me happy because I would be getting money because people like my body.

"That's not that bad," I tell her and it was quiet for a few seconds on the other end. "Thank you Jade, do you know that you're an amazing friend?" She says and I laugh. "Yeah." I say and then she laughs. "Well, I'll be over to pick you up." I say and she gives me a short, 'okay' then I hang up.

I drive quickly to Jordan's duplex and I saw her sitting on her porch steps texting someone on her Samsung. I honked and she looked up smiling at me. I smile back and she runs to my car and getting in the passenger seat in a rush like she had to be somewhere important. "Come on, let's go. If I'm late my boss will fire me." She says pulling at her top that covers her lingerie underneath.

"Okay, okay." I say and reverse out of her driveway and to the building she worked at as a stripper. "Come in." She says and I widen my eyes. "Jordan, are you nuts? One, it's a strip club, and two, I don't know anyone." I say and she shrugs.

"Please?" She says and I roll my eyes getting out of my car. This is bullshit. "At Least you changed," Jordan says and I nod looking at my tight skinny jeans and my crop top. I had changed when my shift was over in the bathroom, weird I know.

"Jordan, hello. Is this a new employee?" Employee? That's what they call people who work here? It just sounds weird to me. "Um, no." Jordan says and I shake my head. "Well, you would be our first...curvy employee which might cause more people to come here." He says and my cheeks redden.

"No, Sir, I'm just here to drop Jordan off." I smile and he nods. "Well, if you ever change your mind, please call." He smiles and I nod. "Jordan, go get ready. I'll talk to..what was your name?" He asks shooing Jordan away. "Jade." I smile and he does the same back to me. "That's a lovely name." He compliments and I thank him.

"Let's have a tour, yeah?" He asks and I shrug not really caring. "Over here is the stage, over there is the tables, some for letting the people eat. Back down this hall is the private rooms, and that room is for," blah, blah, blah. That's all I heard for the next twenty-seven minutes, yes, I kept the time.

"I need to go!" I yell as he continues to talk about things I don't care about, like telling me what his condom size is, I don't want to know! "Oh, alright. I'll see you another time then." He smiles and I nod rolling my eyes as I walk out and driving to my apartment, aggravated with Jordan's boss.

"Agh!" I yell as I slam the door behind me. I pull my shirt and shorts off after my shoes then lay in my bed thinking of Harry. I miss him so much.

"FUCK!" I scream throwing my pillow at the blinds on the window messing them up. I begin to cry until my eyes burned. What the hell is wrong with me?

I grab my phone and call the only person I knew who would be there for me whenever I need them.

"Mom, I want to come home."

a/n: this is really short, I'm sorry.